If you'd like to apply to Snowblind and would like to test the waters first or get a sample set up for your application, this meme is for you! We've even provided some prompts for you to use if you want (but feel free to make up your own). Here's how it works.
✭ Reply to this entry with a character you're considering apping into the game. You can include the name of your character and the fandom in your subject line.
✭ Comment around to others on the meme, whether you're in the game already or not.
✭ Now you have a sample ready for your application!
✭ So go reserve and apply when reservations and applications are open.
✭ Seriously, do it.
Network Prompts
ONE: GIFT BASKET
You wake up to find a new application, BASKET.EXE, has downloaded itself to your tablet. The icon is of a cheery pink wicker basket adorned in a bright ribbon and full of eggs and treats. If you click on it, no program appears to immediately load, but then an egg-shaped chocolate in a cheerfully colored wrapper will appear in the corner of your screen. "Eat me?" it asks in an unassuming word bubble. Should you click on it, your tablet goes dark. A cryptic message appears on the center of your screen in red text:
Thank you for your contribution.
Or maybe it reads:
Progress has been saved.
Or even:
It will be our secret.
Whatever the message reads, you feel a shiver pass down your spine, and then your tablet returns to normal. The application has disappeared.
TWO: THE RESURRECTION
Maybe you've died before or maybe this is your first time, but just like with any other revival, you awake in your body bag, and have to suffer through the task of crawling out into the morgue. You know you'll need to figure out what it is you've awaken to: how long you've been gone, where you are, if anything has changed about you or anyone else. But before you have a chance to do anything to get your bearings, your eyes catch onto something strange.
There, on the door to the drawer your body had been stuffed into, someone (or something) has left something. It could be a drawing, or it could be a written word, but whatever it is, the sight of it fills you with a sense of loss. It's familiar, though you're not immediately sure how or why: something that symbolizes something important you've lost in your past. But who would leave this here? And who could know?
Action Prompts
THREE: RABBIT FEET
It's been a long day of traveling, and you and your companion are glad to be reaching your final destination for the night. Someone's even built a rabbit out of snow outside of the door to make the place more inviting. Only...as you get closer, you realize that the tall, white figure is much too detailed to be anything made of snow. The slender figure has a body that could almost be human if not for the way that the limbs attach to the torso at odd angles, and the rabbit face has dark, hollow slits for eyes. It carries a small basket in delicate fingers. It waits for you. It waits for you to get closer, closer. It waits for you to try to get inside.
FOUR: SKIN DEEP
The day has been rather uneventful, so you wonder why it is you can't sleep. Something is eating at you, poking at the back of your brain, telling you that you're missing something. You look over at your companion and then you see it--something shifting beneath their skin. And then you look down at your own arm, and you see it there, too. An egg has been planted into your skin. And not just one.
You wake your companion at once--they need to see what you see. But when you illuminate the situation with the lights from your tablets, you can't see the eggs anymore. You're left to wonder if it was really real, or if your imagination was getting the better of you. But what if it was real? And what happens when the eggs hatch?
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snowblindmemes2017-04-14 09:44 pm
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You're expecting me to just accept that one just happens to be awoken by random hallucinations and it's nothing to worry about.
[A pause, and a scoff.]
I doubt anything you could say would scare me.
[Mycroft Holmes, scared? It was laughable.
Unless he was being pranked mercilessly. Or trapped in an asylum. Or seeing his little brother ruin his life (multiple times). Or any number of unfortunate events from his childhood. Or if he was about to die.]
cw: descriptions of eye horror, character death, and gore
That's leaving out what's done to muck around with our perceptions, mess with our heads. Ask Sherlock how many times he's murdered. It's twice here. There was a night when some sort of error happened. Half of us decided we needed to murder the other half because they were the enemy. They were going to destroy Norfinbury. I only managed to stop myself joining the bloodbath by chaining myself to the bloody plumbing.
So, yeah. Random hallucinations about eggs under your skin are the least you've got to worry about, mate.
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The thought of all that happening to Sherlock was intolerable. For all of Mycroft's faults, the one thing he cared most about--despite caring not being an advantage--was keeping Sherlock safe. And safe from himself.
Which apparently was possibly going to be difficult here.
There's a...long pause before he speaks again. He's clearly disturbed.]
Noted, Doctor Watson.
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It's not... not everything's bad. There are good people here. [He clears his throat and glances away.] Mary's here. From before the aquarium. [John doesn't expect he needs to specify which aquarium.] Try to sleep, Mycroft. We'll be meeting up with her and Sherlock tomorrow if the weather holds out.]
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Mycroft nods in the dark, perhaps the emotional exhaustion would send him straight to sleep. He rolled over, and tried to drift off.
Alas.
Something to put to rest first before his mind could settle. He looked back over his shoulder, his voice incredulous.]
When you said melted...how on earth was that possible, much less survivable?
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There's a creature in the morgues that induces acute MN Poisoning when it comes out. That's the 'Medical Nanomachines' they inject us with when we arrive here. The waste they produce keeping us alive poisons us and induces a very large range of symptoms. Apparently one of them is... eating away at the flesh. I honestly don't know how, but people can 'die' here and come back. It's happened twice to me. Twice for Sherlock, as well. You wake up in one of the morgues, and there's always something wrong with you. The first time for me, my hands wouldn't work. The second time, I couldn't... I couldn't tell what was real. It was sort of like being in a constant dissociative state. Sherlock lost his short term memory and had to start writing things on himself. Then he couldn't lie.
Those effects usually clear up in a couple of days or a week or so. I know other people have gone blind or deaf or lost their sense of balance. It's always something important.
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He's affected by this.
Especially with the situation about Sherlock and memories. Having to actively participate in keeping certain memories hidden through his entire life hit him harder than he would have expected upon hearing it.
The danger to his own person is hardly considered, though uncomfortable in his expectations that he might endure such himself.]
I see. Well, that...is good information to have, I shall take note of it.
[His voice betrays nothing, in fact he almost sounds bored.]
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Good-night, Doctor Watson.
[He rolled back over, hoping that he'd avoid nightmares. Even great minds were subject to them, unfortunately.]